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I'm writing from
my sister's apartment. This won't be posted until I'm home,
but this is when I'm writing it to let you know what's going
on. We folks here in Boston are experiencing a blizzard. Well,
they're still calling it a Winter Storm with Blizzard Conditions.
Either way, I'm way out here in Waltham, and my apartment and
work are about thirty minutes away sans blizzard, so I'm thinking
i'm a bit screwed as far as travel goes. The whole city is shutting
down, but I'm near positive that this restaurant will not close
even though not a person is leaving their homes tonight except
for a few sad beer drinkers who like to go to bars when everyone
else wants to go to bed. So, I have to leave my sister's about
two hours before work, drive in the worst road conditions on
the planet, just to get to the restaurant (which is in a resident
area) and find absolutely NO parking. There is no T in my area
and I refuse to trust a cabdriver on these roads over myself.
I'll have to valet my car at my own damn work, which I'm not
allowed to do, but I won't have any option, and I'll be at work
until 1am while by car collects the two feet expected this evening.
Then I get to clean off my car, drive back home, and be stuck
in my apartment "alone" when I could've just stayed
at my sister's and watched movies in her warm, cozy apartment
the whole day. I hate work. I hate snow.
...I'm home now.
It's getting worse and worse outside. Joe, my sister's fiance,
called where I work to ask them if they would remain open tonight.
Whoever answered the phone replied, "Possibly, but you
should call right before you come in to make sure." Basically,
I work for the one place in the world that would stay open just
for the $10 they'll make tonight, though they'll be losing money
for having to pay everyone who comes in, and simply do not care
that it's dangerous for their employees to be out in this shit.
Great. I'm feeling extraordinarily resentful towards work tonight.
I have a feeling I'm going to be a psychobitch all night. Well,
if I have to go, I'm going really early to get food. I want
a full dinner.
I didn't get my tape for tonight, but I talked to Dan and he
said I'm actually in this one. "No way!" Exciting
for me. Don't want to go through living with all that shit if
I don't get anything to show for it, you know? So, I'll do a
write-up later tonight on it when I get home...if I get home.
I may be buried at work, literally. |
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